As always, you are welcome to answer on your own blog or in the comments! Questions came from fivecrookedhalos. Happy Friday!

1. Do you apologize to your kids? 😦 No kids yet…but when I do, why wouldn’t I apologize if I did something wrong? I love you does mean saying you’re sorry…I’ve had to apologize to my hubby before so why wouldn’t I do the same for my future kids, if need be?

2. What color are your nails right now? My fingernails have nothing on them…my toe nails are red

3. When you were growing up, how difficult was it for you to stay home from school sick?(As in, did you have to vomit or just say “I don’t feel good”.)  If I hadn’t missed any school yet, then no, all I would have to say was that I didn’t feel well BUT in high school when I started “being sick” A LOT, then my mom would try to talk me into going to school and holler at me and say that I was going to fail cause I missed too much school….I wouldn’t HAVE to vomit but I would have to cry a lot….problem was in high school, I faked sick a whole lot because of the teasing that was going on…so I missed over 20 days of school…until finally my mom saw how bad the teasing actually was and pulled me out

4. When is the last time you bought a new comforter for your bed? The summer we got married when we bought a new comforter and sheet set for our new bed 🙂 so back in 2009

5. Favorite website(s)? WordPress to do my blog and read other blogs

Facebook to connect with friends and family…and play games some

Getglue to check-in to tv shows, movies, books, etc. to see when new stuff hits stores


  1. Of course I apologize to my daughter. I’m human and make mistakes too and she deserves to know when I’ve screwed up! I’m in need of a medication adjustment right now so I’ve been apologizeing A LOT lately!

    I COMPLETELY relate on the school thing! My issues were in late elementary and middle school. I would “accidently” miss the bus. My mom was already at work by the time I left in the mornings. I had the whole thing planned out. I left on time, walked half way to the bus stop, would mouth “oh shit” and run back home (just in case any neighbors were watching, they could confirm that I had indeed forgotten something and ran back home to get it). Then I’d spend a few minutes in the house and walk out so that I would get to the bus stop just in time to watch the bus pull away. . . . Sometimes it would work, sometimes my mom would have a co-worker pick me up and take me to school!


    1. I never rode the school bus so I couldn’t do that trick, unfortunately. I would just cry and pretend to throw up until she would finally schedule a doctor’s appt. Since I had migraines at the time anyways, it wasn’t THAT hard to tell a doctor I was having a migraine…..I know that’s wrong but I just feared going to school.
      It finally came to a day where I locked myself in the bathroom, crying and told my mom I didn’t want to go to school because of the being made fun of and the threats and how the teachers would see what was going on and do nothing, I told the counselor and she didn’t believe me…..if I ignored the boy who was doing it, he got worse….she saw how scared I was of going and finally pulled me out of school. I honestly don’t think there was any other choice in MY situation. The boy was the son of people on the school board. I think the teachers were afraid to do anything….the only choice was for me to leave that school. And it’s a pity……I feel for anyone who has ever been bullied and still is…..ANYONE…..NO ONE should have to go through that.


      1. Most of my issues were on the school bus. I was lucking in middle school because I didn’t have many classes with those who teased me, but I was tortured on the bus. My mom had them all suspended from the bus for a week once because I came home crying every day. Of course, when they came back it was even worse. Then one day she confronted one of the boys who was stupid enough to tease me in front of her. She really laid into him and told him that there must be something seriously wrong with his home life to treat me like he did. Well, don’t you know he started opening up to my mom about his abusive parents! . . . We never became friends but he stopped teasing me after that. I still dealt with a few remarks here and there, but the worst of it ended. . . . . It is a pity that you had to be pulled out of school when you were the one victimized, but I do believe that our experiences make us stronger!


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